He is at the top of Houtu and has walked his own path. To Houtu, he is like a hero. He once led the cultivation of Houtu and opened up Wanggu.
The Wanggu Huangtian God Clan was suppressed, and the way of heaven was raised in Wanggu, making Thousands of Thousands of Earths cultivate and reach the peak of their lives.
In order to protect the thick soil, to push the path of immortality deeper, and to open up a higher level in the monk system, he and his companions had to go out into this strange starry sky.
Seek insights and opportunities.
This time it will take tens of thousands of years.
Now, one has returned.
And the world is the newly promoted Xia Xian!
He is not as good as the former, but he still walks his own path. To the human race, he is also a hero!
After the ancient emperor Xuanyou left, he killed the gods, suppressed other tribes, fought for the human race, and kept the peace of the human race.
He dedicated his whole life to the human race.
In his heart, thick soil is not important, all races are not important, only the human race is the only one!
At this moment, the two Xia Immortals, the old and the new, stared at each other across the sky...
The sky collapses.
The sky roared, and first there were waves like fish scales, which soon turned into patches, until all the patches shattered under the deafening sound.
It affects the entire sky.
Like huge mandala flowers blooming in the sky.
Accompanying the blooming is a cold and indifferent voice, which comes from outside the sky and echoes throughout Wanggu.
The sea in Wanggu was all churning, and all the people in Wanggu were trembling in their hearts.
The gods below the True God, the sacred fires and even the altars were all shaking.
Even the rare true gods... all roared with divine will in their respective habitats at this moment.
Because... the coercion that accompanied the voice surpassed the peak of Xia Xian, and it seemed that there was only a trace of fog in the realm of the Immortal Lord who was above Xia Xian and in the same position as the Divine Lord.
"It's not impossible for you to be resurrected."
The moment these words came out, Xu Qing's breathing became rapid, and the empress suddenly raised her head and looked at the sky. Her heart, which had been silent all the way, fluctuated at this moment.
"Submit to me. After I get what I need from Wanggu, break through the fog in front of me, and completely remove the person of the Immortal Lord, I will help you truly resurrect."
In the sky, the voice rises again.
Everyone is silent.
He held the sword and spoke softly.
"I grew up listening to the stories of your nine seniors. Your names are deeply remembered in my memory. Your deeds are the source of light in my heart.
I respect you, and even now, I still respect you."
"Lord Ji Zun."
Holding the sword and speaking, he bowed and straightened up. At this moment, his eyes showed a sharp light, and his voice also became fierce at this moment.
"But...are you really Lord Ji Zun's true form?"
"I never believe that the nine seniors who came out of the thick soil, suppressed the Huangtian Divine Clan, and opened up Wanggu, with their supreme feelings, would have someone fall to this level, and would raise the butcher knife to the descendants for their own selfish interests."
"I don't believe it."
The voice of the sword-wielding emperor was decisive.
And above the sky, the old man in black robes stood in the high tower of the Heavenly Holy Land. His face was expressionless, he looked down at Wang Gu, his eyes were on the sword-wielding emperor, and he spoke lightly.
"Seeing that it is not easy for you to reach this point, I would like to say a few words to you."
"For Wanggu and Houtu, I picked up the title of Immortal Master, which is the creation of the practice system."
"This matter is of great significance. All the efforts made in the process are for a better future."
"So junior, your heart, your thoughts, and your ambitions must not be so narrow."
"The road is ruthless. If you want to keep moving forward, then your eyes must look forward."
The sound is like thunder from the sky, echoing in Wanggu.
All sentient beings hear it and all things know it.
Some people agree with this truth, and some people don't agree with it, but in the final analysis, regarding the sudden arrival of the Holy Land, at this point...all the races have finally come to a conclusion.
However, what the other party needs has to be carried out in the form of suppression and war before, so it is conceivable that what he needs...may not be substantial.
It's life, it's blood sacrifice, it's death... everything is possible, but it's unknown now.
But the only thing that is certain is that this matter has nothing to do with gods.
And the other party cannot stay in Wanggu for too long.
The existence of Zanmian was far beyond what he could resist.
So... the arrival of the Holy Land this time, combined with the previous behaviors of Huang Level and Xuan Level, further confirmed the judgment.
Holding the sword and shaking his head, he withdrew his eyes from the sky, looked at the land in all directions, looked in the direction of the human race, and spoke softly.
"My heart is narrow because there are only humans in it."
He raised his hand, pointed the imperial sword at the sky, and the sky shook.
"My thoughts are simple, because there are only human beings in them."
Winds and clouds surged, and strong winds blew across the sky and earth, forming a storm and turning into a whirlpool with the sword-wielding emperor as the center, covering all directions and spreading rapidly.
The momentum is huge.
"My aspirations are childish, because there are still only human races in them."
The sword-wielding emperor's eyes showed a deep light, showing firmness and determination. The emperor's sword in his hand was held firmly by him.
The aura on his body is exploding.
Then the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sound of rumbling thunder echoed throughout Wanggu.
"The road is ruthless, but there is love in the world."
"As I keep moving forward, my eyes are not only looking at the front...but also the scenery along the way, and the relatives and friends accompanying me."
"If going down this road means stepping on the corpse of the ethnic group and drinking the blood of the people, then... I don't want to!"
The moment the sword-wielding emperor said the last three words, a strong light erupted in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his head and locked his eyes to the sky.
The breath on his body rose to the sky at this moment.
The power derived from the lives of all the emperors and enemies absorbed by him kept burning and erupting. Even if the breath of death on his body had reached its extreme, the climbing and burning still continued.
Suddenly, the scope of the whirlpool where the sword was held skyrocketed, filling the area. His figure also grew infinitely taller at this moment, getting taller and taller, like a giant.
The imperial sword in his hand, which had grown larger at the same time, was slightly raised.
A vast sound came from his mouth.
"The swords I create in this life are the things I feel at different ages and stages."
"As for this last sword, it was revealed when my life was extinguished in the battle to protect Xia'er. I thought I would have no chance to show it."
"And today, this sword can finally be seen for the first time."
"This sword is named... Human World!"
Holding the sword and muttering, ancient memories vaguely appeared in his mind.
In his memory, he saw a prosperous world.
There was no war, no gods, and countless ethnic groups reached their peak under the leadership of the ancient emperor.
That was the world of the prosperous age before the arrival of the residual face.
Holding the sword and sighing softly, he raised his right hand and dropped the sword towards the sky.
A human sword filled with fireworks rose into the sky.
Then, in the eyes holding the sword, the darkest years after the arrival of the broken face and the departure of Ancient Emperor Xuanyou emerged.
Corpses were everywhere, and mournful cries were everywhere.
The dark sky, the desperate human race.
That is...a world of despair.
Holding the sword bitterly, he raised his hand and waved it, and a human sword containing the despair of all sentient beings went straight to the sky!
Then, there is the difficult world after the failure of Dongsheng Renhuang.
It is the struggling human world in the era of the Holy Heaven.
It is the resurrected world under the control of Jingyun.
It is the unyielding human world when Dao Shi is in power.
It is the ten thousand years of Xuanzhan and the chaos of the human world.
In the memory of the sword-wielding emperor, every stage of the human world has become a sword at this moment, shining in the sky.
In the end, what emerged in the eyes of the sword-wielding emperor was the figure of Empress Li Xia.
She is the one who rose up in the world after she ascended the throne!
Holding the sword, he smiled.
"This is the world I protect."
His body began to blur, and the aura of death enveloped everything. When everything was drowned, the rising sword transformed from the world rose up, shocking the world.
In the sky, the human history experienced by holding the sword, and all the swords transformed into it, suddenly overlapped and merged into a real human sword.
With the last power of the sword-wielding emperor, he slashed towards the sky, towards the sky, towards... the holy land!
This sword split the sky, destroyed everything, and made the whole world roar.
It is stunning and can be called the only dazzling thing in the world.
If the ancient immortal is the will of heaven, then this sword is the will of man, fighting against heaven!
In an instant, he rushed out of Wanggu and came into contact with the four prefecture-level holy places that were blocking him.
The sound outside seems to be swallowed up by nothingness, but the picture that is reflected in the eyes of all living beings is a dead sound, enough to shake the memory of a lifetime.
The four Holy Lands of the Earth... shook each other, and their descending momentum was directly interrupted. They were all rolled back, making them vulnerable to a single blow!
There was a trace of regret in Gu Xian's eyes.
"This sword is extraordinary. If you were not in your current state and were a real Xia Immortal, then this sword would probably scare me a bit."
"But now..."
Gu Xian shook his head, raised his right hand, and touched the sword lightly.
It will be destroyed.
But the next moment, his eyes suddenly focused, and when he pressed it, it was empty.
because……
The target of this sword was not him!
Instead, look at the ancient sky, the seal that restricts all sentient beings from entering and leaving!
The light of the sword shines and falls on the seal. With the will of the human world and the thought of holding the sword, it melts into the seal, and one end is locked on the ruined face of the closed eyes.
Once it breaks out, this remnant will be the first to bear the brunt and must open its eyes.
As for what will happen after opening the eyes, nothing is known.
But it's definitely not controllable.
Even the ancient immortal's face suddenly turned gloomy.
He could see that the integration of this human sword was specially designed for him. It would not explode when others touched it, but it would explode once he got close.
So, with deep eyes, he looked at the sword-wielding emperor through the seal.
"What a young man, you still had a chance to truly be resurrected, but you gave up and I slowed down your coming.
No matter what, your sword intention can only last for half a year... I'll give it to you.
I'm outside, waiting for your sword intent to dissipate."
The ancient immortal spoke slowly, his body slowly blurred, and he retreated together with the heaven-level holy land where he was and the four earth-level holy places that finally calmed down.